Y tu mama tambien.
Reason why drowning fatalities were pretty high in Netherlands.
It's okay if it comes in a prescription.
A sweet disposition doesn't come easy.
Ballistics experiment in parlour games.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Midweek Sh*ts and Giggles - The Scientific Life
Y tu mama tambien.
Reason why drowning fatalities were pretty high in Netherlands.
It's okay if it comes in a prescription.
A sweet disposition doesn't come easy.
Ballistics experiment in parlour games.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Greatest love of all ...
In my blog-hopping adventures, I was privileged to find all kinds of interesting stuff: from amateur Malaysian porn (freely available with no passwords, mind you) and how to make tiramisu cake as well as semi-fictitious accounts of life in the armed forces.
No, I am not going to share the porn sites. You can look for it yourself. It's easy.
But today I found a most profound observation about naughty children and us. Who of us have never given the lethal evil stare to children who ran over our feet with their roller sneakers in the shopping mall? (I freely admit to a burning desire to stick my foot out and see them fly over the Center Court ballustrade at Midvalley). Or the screaming running children in the mosque/temple/church before/during/after prayer times? What about the kids who stole the semi-ripe mangoes from your tree, ate half of it and threw the rest away where you can see it?
Do we ever recall that we were once pain-in-the-arse-little-shites ourselves?
Okay, perhaps some of you were perfect little angels who never questioned the authority, get dirty or done something that felt so good at the time but later regretted. But the point here is that we all evolve.
There have been students from religious schools turned whore-monger and drunkard when they experienced the bright lights of the big city for the first time. There are those who used to raise hell, found God and is now living an examplary life. We all capable of change as well as being agents of change.
Let's show a little more compassion to the naughty little ones and show them the better example of being the best that they can be. In a good way, of course.
And not follow Whitney Houston's crash and burn. Keep remembering that we all live in glass houses; no one can afford to throw the first stone.
No, I am not going to share the porn sites. You can look for it yourself. It's easy.
But today I found a most profound observation about naughty children and us. Who of us have never given the lethal evil stare to children who ran over our feet with their roller sneakers in the shopping mall? (I freely admit to a burning desire to stick my foot out and see them fly over the Center Court ballustrade at Midvalley). Or the screaming running children in the mosque/temple/church before/during/after prayer times? What about the kids who stole the semi-ripe mangoes from your tree, ate half of it and threw the rest away where you can see it?
Do we ever recall that we were once pain-in-the-arse-little-shites ourselves?
Okay, perhaps some of you were perfect little angels who never questioned the authority, get dirty or done something that felt so good at the time but later regretted. But the point here is that we all evolve.
There have been students from religious schools turned whore-monger and drunkard when they experienced the bright lights of the big city for the first time. There are those who used to raise hell, found God and is now living an examplary life. We all capable of change as well as being agents of change.
Let's show a little more compassion to the naughty little ones and show them the better example of being the best that they can be. In a good way, of course.
And not follow Whitney Houston's crash and burn. Keep remembering that we all live in glass houses; no one can afford to throw the first stone.
Friday, February 3, 2012
One of the most retarded ads I've ever seen.
Sorry for not being politically correct but I have no other of expressing how I feel.
Stuff to watch in 2012
Guys, when these come out, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
One: Where Liam Neeson kick wolf ass.
Two: Where we get our hearts broken and mended again.
Three: We need to read the books for these!
Four: Edgar Allan Poe! Edgar Allan Poe! Edgar Allan Poe!
Five: Animated ginger girl kick ass.
Six: Old men kickin' ass and taking names.
Seven: Would I actually watch this? I may scream the cinema down. :p
Eight: I don't care if the movie is lousy. It's got Taylor Kitsch.
One: Where Liam Neeson kick wolf ass.
Two: Where we get our hearts broken and mended again.
Three: We need to read the books for these!
Four: Edgar Allan Poe! Edgar Allan Poe! Edgar Allan Poe!
Five: Animated ginger girl kick ass.
Six: Old men kickin' ass and taking names.
Seven: Would I actually watch this? I may scream the cinema down. :p
Eight: I don't care if the movie is lousy. It's got Taylor Kitsch.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Lessons in song
(Severely personal post ahead. You have been warned.)
Majalah 3 tonight featured Mr. Abdul Halim Yazid, a dikir barat artiste and his travels in the Deep South of the United States to trace the story of the blues. I only caught it halfway when my ears pricked to the call of prayer from Senegal that was featured on the show (caught the rest on online). I happily abandoned the dishes I was washing in the kitchen and sat down to watch.
It was nice to see how musicians from different backgrounds and musical traditions could mesh together so beautifully when they sit down for a jam session. But what made me tear up was the song "Al-Fatihah untuk Ayah" (Al-Fatihah Prayers for Father) that Mr Abdul Halim sang together with some blues musicians. No one uploaded that version just yet, so here is the plain dikir barat version.
It was a beautiful tribute from a child to his father, singing farewell to his father who has departed this world for the next. My understanding of the Kelantanese dialect is poor, but I got the gist of the message of the song. The words were simple but heartfelt, the melody plucking the heartstring as it beats along to the rhythm of the drum.
(The rest is undercut for intensely personal navel gazing which may not be of interest to you.)
Majalah 3 tonight featured Mr. Abdul Halim Yazid, a dikir barat artiste and his travels in the Deep South of the United States to trace the story of the blues. I only caught it halfway when my ears pricked to the call of prayer from Senegal that was featured on the show (caught the rest on online). I happily abandoned the dishes I was washing in the kitchen and sat down to watch.
It was nice to see how musicians from different backgrounds and musical traditions could mesh together so beautifully when they sit down for a jam session. But what made me tear up was the song "Al-Fatihah untuk Ayah" (Al-Fatihah Prayers for Father) that Mr Abdul Halim sang together with some blues musicians. No one uploaded that version just yet, so here is the plain dikir barat version.
It was a beautiful tribute from a child to his father, singing farewell to his father who has departed this world for the next. My understanding of the Kelantanese dialect is poor, but I got the gist of the message of the song. The words were simple but heartfelt, the melody plucking the heartstring as it beats along to the rhythm of the drum.
(The rest is undercut for intensely personal navel gazing which may not be of interest to you.)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Sweet addiction
If you have high speed internet connection, a personal space and a computing device, I will bet that you have used all three to search for some sexually titillating media for your personal enjoyment.
But I ain't judging you. Each to their own. It's a billion dollar industry in the US of A and makes gobs of money world wide. Which ever taste you swing towards, there will be a porn of it somewhere.
Some would say it is better to indulge in some porn-driven personal time than to be unfaithful to one's partner or indulge in illicit sexual activity. Again, each to their own. However, there is a major downside to porn that is rarely discussed: inability to hook up with a REAL PERSON.
Porn is like McDonalds: cheap, easy and satisfying. But unless you want to be afflicted with poor blood chemistry profile and a waistline that rivals the circumference of the equator, you may want to indulge only on occasion to just take the edge off your appetite. If you have a gourmet kitchen and available material, why not take the time to prepare something that is much more satisfying and healthy than to consume processed product that no longer look like food?
Romancing your partner may take some time and effort. But surely a 3D enthusiastic partner is better than a 2D quickie?
But then again, each to their own.
I will let you go back to your previous activity.
But I ain't judging you. Each to their own. It's a billion dollar industry in the US of A and makes gobs of money world wide. Which ever taste you swing towards, there will be a porn of it somewhere.
Some would say it is better to indulge in some porn-driven personal time than to be unfaithful to one's partner or indulge in illicit sexual activity. Again, each to their own. However, there is a major downside to porn that is rarely discussed: inability to hook up with a REAL PERSON.
Porn is like McDonalds: cheap, easy and satisfying. But unless you want to be afflicted with poor blood chemistry profile and a waistline that rivals the circumference of the equator, you may want to indulge only on occasion to just take the edge off your appetite. If you have a gourmet kitchen and available material, why not take the time to prepare something that is much more satisfying and healthy than to consume processed product that no longer look like food?
Romancing your partner may take some time and effort. But surely a 3D enthusiastic partner is better than a 2D quickie?
But then again, each to their own.
I will let you go back to your previous activity.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Let's go watch this, guys!
I love it when women kick ass and take names.
Ah, Herr Fassbender, you had it coming.
Ah, Herr Fassbender, you had it coming.
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